Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
There’s a loud click and a hum, and lights in the ceiling flash to life. I hear his footsteps coming back inside, the slam of a door, then he’s back.
And even bigger than before, if that’s possible.
Who is this guy? This place isn’t exactly a mansion, but it’s damn big. It’s on San Phillipe, and I can hear the ocean crashing from here, so why is he working security and living like a millionaire?
“Is this your place?” I analyze his body language as I ask, and see nothing but calm in his demeanor.
I’m still woozy from the alcohol, but the chill of the rain and the terrifying ride through the jungle have sobered me up.
“Yep. Two years now. Grabbed it from a couple that built it as their dream home but got divorced before the dream happened. Came fully-furnished.” He steps my way, his hands cupping under my jaw, thumbs stroking the water off my face. “Turn key. You approve?”
“Uhhhh…” I nod. “Yeah. It’s amazing.”
Lightning flashes again through the expansive windows, lighting up the entire space, so close I can feel the air split. The crash from the bolt touching down drowns out my scream as I drop to the floor in a crouch, slapping my hands over my ears.
Chance is next to me in an instant, his long, heavy arms tugging me into a ball next to him, brushing my wet hair out of my face.
“Nothing’s going to happen to you here. That storm has to come through me first, and even a storm knows better than to do that when I’m protecting what’s mine.”
My shivers turn to warmth as his lips brush my ear.
“This is home. I’m glad you like it, because I’m never letting you leave.”
My lips part as I try to determine if my fear of the storm is misplaced.
Am I being kidnapped? Am I going to end up chained to a palm tree out back?
“My purse, I had it back… at…” I stutter, the overwhelming need to find my phone in case this turns weird overshadowing everything else.
“I grabbed it on our way out. It’s in the storage compartment on the bike. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” His words are thick and dark, and I believe him, but I know I shouldn’t.
Driving rain ticks against the windows as he gathers me into his arms. That childlike feeling overtakes me again, and I want to believe him about not hurting me. I want to believe there’s one man in this world who won’t lie to me, about anything.
God, I do.
His body is hard as his lips move to mine. I start to protest, but who am I kidding? My body is sending out every sort of silent mating call, and the slickness between my legs is not from the rain.
A ball of fire rolls in my belly as he pulls me tight, his lips warm and soft as his tongue swipes along mine, and I give in, forgetting all about my phone and being kidnapped and the storm raging outside.
I moan as a wave of blistering heat bursts from my center, traveling outward as my hands press over his chest and I feel his heart thumping through the thick muscle.
The heat blasting from my body turns my scant, wet clothing steamy, and for the first time in my life, I want someone. Him. This.
Kissing and touching, and all the other things I’ve heard friends talk about for so long. Things I never cared about before.
Twenty-six years of all work and no play have made Sophia want to be a very bad girl, and I think I’ve found the bad boy to make all my dirty dreams come true.
Chapter Four
Chance
There’s no undoing what’s been done.
That thing about a kiss is just a kiss?
Bull-fucking-shit.
One taste and there’s no back to go to. It’s a straight shot upward from here, and I’m done questioning what’s going on.
I drag my lips from hers, only because I want to look in those fucking amazing golden-green eyes and see that she understands her fate has been sealed.
Her lips stay parted, wet and plump, and my blood pumps harder down into my already-painful erection. A jolt of pain tears through me as my dick battles against my wet jeans, trying to find enough space for its ever-expanding size.
I half expect her to dart for the door, but instead her hands wrap around my neck, fingers digging in like she’s clinging to me in this storm. I’ve never felt more at peace in my life.
She’s washing away all the tension I’ve held onto since my first memories.
How is that possible? I don’t know her, but I do.
She’s all the dreams I never dared to dream. All the hopes I never dared to hope.
I reach down and twine my fingers with hers. They are so small against mine. So soft to my rough. This spitfire girl no bigger than a minute is perfect, like I didn’t know what that word meant before her.